The Demon Lords

Chapter 1034: Chapter 245: Paper Flowers Fall in Xiayong, Lord Pingye Plays Chess with Beggar Children (Part 2)

Therefore, Siniang didn’t help Zheng Fan tear it, but the disguised princess beside him took the initiative to take the biscuit and began to carefully help Zheng Fan tear pieces.

Lord Zheng was stunned for a moment and didn’t stop her.

Food, even if it reaches the heavens, its primary function is still to satisfy hunger; however, the added value of food is quite different.

Opposite them, the young man continued eating meat, while the girl was biting into the biscuit.

Zheng Fan spotted that table and saw the young man staring at him, so he waved his hand.

The young man quickly put down his soup bowl and ran over, kneeling before Zheng Fan:

"Greetings, Lord, may you be blessed and healthy."

"Why are you letting your sister drink soup while you eat meat?"

"In response, my sister has a poor stomach; meat is hard to digest for her."

Zheng Fan nodded and said nothing more.

The young man then volunteered, "Is the lord planning to leave the city?"

Zheng Fan shook his head.

The young man hesitated for a moment, saying, "If the lord desires to leave the city, I know a way, but it requires some silver."

"Who said we’re planning to leave the city? Even if we wanted to leave now, could we?"

"Seeing the lord and the ladies’ attire beside you, I can tell the lord is intending to travel far."

"Quite perceptive."

"Lord, leave it to me. I will guide you out of the city."

Zheng Fan still shook his head, waved his hand, and said, "Don’t bother me."

"Yes, Lord, I will quickly back off."

The young man returned to his table, saw his sister had almost finished the biscuit, and hurriedly called: freёwebnovel.com

"Manager, prosper! Please send my sister half a biscuit. Later we’ll clean up the kitchen’s dirty water for you."

The boss saw this, shook his head with a smile, but still instructed the waiter to send over two more biscuits.

The boss knew what these two beggars were; the young man was the so-called leader of the Pig Grease Gang. Though the gang members are beggars, if they really caused trouble, it could disrupt business operations.

Besides, these people, though they beg, are quite honorable. As a business person, there’s no need to be angry with those who roam the streets over a couple of biscuits.

The young man shared a biscuit with his sister, went to get another bowl of soup, refilling is allowed, but no more meat, only soup.

After returning with the soup bowl, the young man tore the new biscuit and continued to observe Zheng Fan’s table with his gaze.

Zheng Fan ate and drank quietly; no one spoke. When they finished eating, Siniang went to settle the bill; everyone got up, ready to leave.

The young man also got up, let his sister run back, and followed Zheng Fan’s group alone.

As they walked, Zheng Fan stopped at the entrance of a teahouse, and the group entered.

The young man hesitated, touched his pocket, and also walked into the teahouse.

However, upon entering, the young man couldn’t find any trace of Zheng Fan’s group. Surprised at saving a tea expense, he scratched his head, somewhat bewildered, walked out of the teahouse, and hurried to the back door, but still found nothing.

After a short while,

The young man sighed, walked back to the teahouse entrance, and saw Zheng Fan seated alone by the window, looking at him with a playful smile.

"Heh heh."

The young man chuckled dryly, feeling no embarrassment, ran back into the teahouse, unceremoniously sat at Zheng Fan’s table, grabbed a tea bowl, and poured himself a cup. Zheng Fan had ordered warm tea, which wasn’t hot, and the young man gulped down three bowls.

Zheng Fan didn’t ask why the young man was following him but quietly took out a cigarette.

The young man noticed that the group originally with Zheng Fan were now all gone.

Across the tea table, someone was playing chess.

The young man’s gaze shifted, eyeing it eagerly.

Seeing this, Zheng Fan gestured to the teahouse owner to bring a chess set here.

Soon, an old chess set was brought over.

The young man didn’t need to be reminded; he got up to help Zheng Fan set up the pieces.

Lord Zheng’s chess skills were very poor, while the young man’s skills were very deep. In no time, Lord Zheng was checkmated.

Zheng Fan chuckled, resetting the pieces.

The young man got up to help again. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

After two more rounds, Zheng Fan lost two more rounds with pleasure.

Lord Zheng lost interest and didn’t set the pieces again but stretched lazily.

The young man got up, went to the teahouse staff to refill the tea, then hurried back to pour for Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan didn’t drink but left the tea money, stood up, and left.

The young man quickly took the silver, paid for the tea, meticulously collected change, and then hurried out.

Once outside, he saw Zheng Fan standing on the street, quickly went over and stood by his side.

Seemingly sensing his presence, Zheng Fan started walking forward; the young man continued following.

Zheng Fan walked into an alley; the young man followed.

Lord Zheng stood at the end of the alley hesitating for a while, then walked out again, with the young man continuing to follow.

After circling once, Zheng Fan stopped by a cattle shed, sat by the haystack, while the young man properly squatted in front of Zheng Fan, grinning.

Zheng Fan pointed at the young man, saying:

"You really dared to keep following."

The young man scratched his head, saying, "Following may lead to death; not following ensures certain death."

"Where are you from?"

"Oh, Lord, that’s quite a broad question."

The young man scratched his pocket, then took out three tokens from inside his tattered coat lining.